I hate that he knows me better than I know myself. I don’t want him to ask permission because I would say no, and all I want is his madness. It’s all I’ve ever wanted is to be completely immersed in Stone. I’ve never been so turned on in my damn life, and all he’s done is touch my breast. He pulls my nipple so hard that I think he’s going to rip it off.
All humor has left him. The steely look of anger remains on his handsome face. “I never want you talkin’ shit about your body or any other part of you ever again. You hear me?”
“Yes,” I pant, lost in the euphoric pleasure of his touch.
The pain helps me feel alive, in a fucked-up way, like I’m special. The hunger in his actions demonstrates his need for me, and that makes me feel unique and beautiful. I should be worried about how he’s got no issue with hurting me, but there is something in his touch that grounds me, something I’ve longed for all my adult life but have never gotten. There is beauty in his violence.
“Unbuckle your pants for me,” he demands.
“What? We’re in public.”
The idea of having my most intimate parts exposed for others to see doesn’t seem very appealing. I have always had insecurities about my body. The idea of being exposed and vulnerable through nudity is the stuff of my nightmares. I don’t hate my body; I just don’t want others to see it.
Stone growls at me as one of his hands comes up to my face. At first, his touch is light, but far too quickly, his hand tightens around my jaw aggressively, making me wince. He bends his face so that it’s barely touching mine. “I don’t give a fuck. Unbuckle your pants. Now.”
Shame and excitement course through me. My body wants to bend, even though my mind tells me to run, that Stone is crazy. For all I know, once he has sex with me, he’ll chop me up and bury me in the woods somewhere.
“What if I don’t?”
“I’ll take it.”
“So you’ll rape me?”
“It’s not rape when you’re willing. You want to give in to me, Butterfly, but something is stopping you. I’ve got no problems working in the gray. Fuck. For you, I’d work in the black. It doesn’t matter how I have you, as long as I do. You know what it’s like to be dying and suddenly saved? That’s what you are for me, Em. I have been dying, and because of you, for the first time in ten fuckin’ years, I don’t want to walk into the abyss. So yes, I’ll do anything to have you. I don’t care how fucked up it is.”
I know he’s serious because he’s like a starving animal. He’ll do anything and everything to get a taste of a meal, and in Stone’s case, that meal is me. If I don’t give in, he’ll make me, but the thing is, I want to give in. I want him to take control, to demand what he wants, and for me to have no choice. Because then I can deny the truth. That Stone has owned me from the first time I saw his black hair, blue eyes, and the broken lies he was hiding.
I pin him with my stare, challenging him. “Then take it.”
Chapter Seven
STONE
Still a pushy little thing who doesn’t know when to quit. Em has always been a handful, but I knew how to control myself when we were younger. She was sixteen. Fucking her was out of the question. I didn’t need to mess her up. I sure as fuck didn’t want to sully the perfect Madonna. That’s what Em was for me then. This perfect creature that I put on a pedestal and never wanted to dirty. She was mine to adore, but I wasn’t the type to worship at the temple of her body. I’m still not that guy.
She should be with a good man. A man that can love her like she deserves, but she’s in the clutches of a monster that won’t ever let her go because Emily is my oxygen. I need her to survive.
I flick the button of her jeans with the knife and use the sharp tip of the blade to pull down the zipper. Em takes a deep breath but doesn’t make any move to stop me. Placing the blade between my teeth, I use both my hands to peel the denim from her sexy thighs.
“Pretty in pink,” I growl, cupping her through her pink cotton panties. I pinch the wet spot, and Emily moans, arching her back. “You keep saying that you don’t want this, Butterfly, but your wet cunt is calling you a dirty liar. You want me to fuck your pussy until all you can do is cry my name from your pretty little mouth, don’t you?”